St. Patrick’s Day is today, but just how much do you really know about Ireland’s patron saint?

Why 17 March?

Why March 17th?

Simple – the date marks the saint’s death. Patrick died in 461 in Saul, County Down. It was here that he had established his first church in a small and simple barn, after arriving nearby at the mouth of the Slaney River. He is buried in the grounds of Down Cathedral in Downpatrick and a memorial stone, made from local Mourne Mountain granite, marks his grave. For those who celebrate its intended meaning, St. Patrick’s Day is a traditional day for spiritual renewal.

When Was the First Parade?

When Was the First Parade?

Interestingly, the first St. Patrick’s Day parade was not held in Ireland at all, but in Boston in the United States in 1737. This was followed by an “official” parade in New York in 1766. Ireland was a little further behind – our first parade was held in Waterford in 1903, while Dublin joined the club back in 1931. Today, the parade in Dublin is a huge, colourful, theatrical event that snakes through the historic city centre, with vivid displays and international bands.

Who Invented St. Patrick’s Day?

Who Invented St. Patrick’s Day?

Raise your glasses to Luke Wadding, an Irish Franciscan friar from Waterford whose persistent efforts turned March 17 into a feast day. Born in 1558, Wadding died in Rome on 1657 and his remains are interred there in the college of St. Isidore’s, which he founded. If you visit the National Gallery of Ireland, you can see a painting of the friar by Carlo Maratta, while in Waterford city he is commemorated with a statue outside the French Church (Greyfriars).

Are There Any Unusual Parades?

Are There Any Unusual Parades?

Short, long, silly or serious, you’ll find every manner of St. Patrick’s Day parade all over Ireland, from the biggest in Dublin to the earliest in Dingle, County Kerry, where it kicks off at 6am. There’s a week-long festival in Armagh, and a carnival parade and concert in Belfast. The shortest parade in the world used to be in Dripsey, County Cork, from one pub to another. Sadly, the parade is no more but you can still celebrate in the town with the annual Dripsey Vintage Tractor and Car Run.

Was St Patrick Really Irish?

Was St Patrick Really Irish?

No, he wasn’t born here. St. Patrick was thought to have originally come from either Wales or Scotland, where he was abducted at the age of 16 and brought to Northern Ireland as a slave. Once here, he was sent to Slemish Mountain in County Antrim to herd sheep. But on his escape, he had a vision and returned to Ireland to spread the word of Christianity. It was on this island that he remained for the rest of his life, preaching, baptising and building churches until his death in 461 in County Down.

Where in the World Goes Green?

Where in the World Goes Green?

Not content with just donning green hats, everything from buildings to rivers goes green for St. Patrick’s Day (a huge source of pride for the Irish here – and for all the Irish people across the world). This year, the Colosseum in Rome, the Sacré-Coeur Basilica in Paris, the London Eye, the Empire State building, and Christ the Redeemer in Rio will all turn a shade of green on March 17. In Dublin, buildings and bridges all over the city are illuminated green also.

Where Did He Go in Ireland?

Where Did He Go in Ireland?

There are sites all over Ireland associated with St. Patrick, which goes to show how far this 5th century saint travelled. The Rock of Cashel, County Tipperary, and Croagh Patrick, County Mayo, are among the most famous, but there are lots more besides. Follow St. Patrick’s Trail in Northern Ireland and you can visit Armagh’s two impressive cathedrals dedicated to the saint, as well as Saul Church and the St. Patrick Centre in County Down.

Did St. Patrick Really Banish Snakes?

Did St. Patrick Really Banish Snakes?

Tradition has it that the reason there are no snakes in Ireland is down to our patron saint, who chased them into the sea. It’s a good story all right, but most scientists now believe that snakes never existed in Ireland in the first place. Interested in more of Ireland’s natural history – including reptiles? Drop into the wonderful Museum of Natural History on Dublin’s Kildare Street, to find out more about our island’s fauna in a lovely old Victorian building.

Why Do People Wear Green?

Why Do People Wear Green?

Green is a color now synonymous with St. Patrick’s Day, as people of Irish descent all over the world wear a piece of green clothing on March 17. But the wearing of green only became a tradition in the 19th century. Up until then, the color most commonly associated with St. Patrick was actually blue. Today, it’s all about jade and emerald, moss and olive, so if you’re visiting Ireland on or around March 17, make sure to pack something green.

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  1. St. Patrick’s Day started out good…..We slept late, and got up, and it looked overcast, like it was going to rain, so we took Joey, our dog, for a ride in my car, and went to Arbys. Joey Bo Bo Buttafucco loved Arbys, and would always cry at the drive-thru, while waiting on us to get food, as he loved the roast beef sliders, and he knew he was going to get his share. He ate his share today, and then we decided to ride over to Winter Garden, and check out the Crooked Can Brewery, that had advertised they were having a St. Patrick Day Fest. We went there, and it started to rain very slightly on the windshield, and I said to just drive on by, and we will go out on Highway 50 and stop at some of the shops, which we did. All was normal today with Joey, and he was doing pretty good, considering his enlarged heart condition. We went on home, and my husband left home to go mow some grass, and I waxed my car, because it was overcast, and later I looked at the computer and laid on our love seat, with Joey right next to me, as he was always right next to me, or either looking for me. We went to bed, and he was doing good, better than some bad days he had before. He wasn’t coughing or anything unusual. I put him in bed with us, as his legs were too short, and he could never jump up on the bed by himself. He got right next to my head on my pillow, then later at my legs and feet, and went off to sleep, like we did too. I woke up to Joey dashing around our bed in a mad rush, and I called out to my husband, something is wrong with Joey. We tried to help him, and he just fell on his side, and was gasping, and I held him, and tried to console him, and told him I loved him, and he was gone…….I am devastated and heartbroken, my little boy is gone to heaven. I looked at the clock and it was after midnight. It was 12:28 am. Yesterday, I had him dressed in his little dark green plaid vest I had made for him, and a green bandana. Everyone had made over him, as usual, and he had even rolled around in the grass when we were out and about. Saturday, we had him at Lowes, and he was full of spunk, when two big German Shepard dogs someone had in there, barked at him really mean, with deep barks that echoed throughout the store, and I thought that would give Joey a heart attack, but no, he wanted to get them, and smoke them. Later that day, Joey was at Sonny’s Bar B Q, sitting on the patio with us eating, and was just fine, sitting in his stroller, eating, and happy as could be. He was doing good, and was just fine, and so happy, and licked my hand when we got out to the car to leave. I knew he wasn’t going to last, with his condition, and other than give him so much medicine, I had been warned by the vet, nothing else could be done for him. All the staff from Park Av. Animal Hospital know Joey very well, and they will see this, as they read social media. They were all so good to my Joey, and the doctors tried their best, so thank you all for being super good to my little boy, Joey.

  2. My eyelids are swollen from crying. I look horrible. This is so hard. I have Joey in a box by my side of the bed on a towel. We haven’t buried him yet. I have been lying in bed thinking back of all the many dogs I have had as pets in my life, since I was little. A lot of dogs……and I have been thinking back to each and everyone, as to what happened to them, and the pain I went through then, when I lost them to death. I have had some of my dogs die from cancer, I had one that died from meningitis, have had them just grow old and fragile, and unable to get up and down not being able to walk, or control their bowels, or urination. I have lost some to heartworms, one to getting hit on the roadway by a car when we lived way out in the very rural country with hardly any cars or traffic at all, one who was given to me, and brought out in the country to our house and I guess just ran away, but don’t know for sure. One, who one day was too weak to walk to our mailbox with me, and I didn’t know what was wrong until I started examining him, and he was infested with fleas….on a white lab dog, Pooh, was his name. That might sound very bad, that I didn’t know he was invested with fleas, but I didn’t, and with him being white, I know how bad that sounds, but believe me, it can happen. Pooh was not neglected, and I bought flea products for him and used them, and he got loads of attention, but as I said, it happens. I mixed up some Adams Flea Dip in the bathroom tub with water and attempted to de-flea him, but I suppose he was then in a too weaken state, and he became very weak. I was home alone, and carried him out to the vehicle, and drove him to a vet. She listened to his heart and said his organs were shutting down, and she could attempt to save him, but could not promise anything. I told her to put him to sleep, I could not stand to watch him suffer anymore. It was bad, and I still feel guilty for using the flea dip, but I did not know that was what was going to happen. Another dog of mine was killed by a mean old man who was my neighbor. That is the truth. I think he hit her in the head with something. He didn’t like her, and had threatened her before, because she came up his driveway. He came over to my house to tell me my dog had been “found” dead in his driveway. This man is no longer is alive, and I was home when he had a fatal heart attack at his home, and I saw the undertaker take his body away, months later on after my dog was found dead. I am not saying his name, but I didn’t cry over his demise. Another one of my dogs, in fact, my very first dog, was shot dead by my grandparent’s neighbors, out in very rural country…….I will tell you how that happened……

  3. I was about five years old. We lived out in the country in rural N.C. My father bought a small motel in the big city of Charlotte, N.C. and he and my mother owned it and ran it, although she still worked full time at Southern Bell as a telephone operator. The motel was named for the initials of my mom and dad’s first names. We moved from the country to the motel, and lived in the motel, but not in the rooms for rent, but the big part of the motel. It was in the big city, and I had a regular old hound dog of unknown species, that was a brownish- red big dog, that LOVED ME so much, and was so protective of me. His name was Brownie. My cousin had a dog named Brownie also, and my grandparents who lived on a 116 acre farm had a dog of theirs named Brownie too. I guess we were not very creative people when it came time to name dogs. Well, my parents told me that we could not keep Brownie in the big city, and I cried and cried, and they told me that Brownie could stay down at grandmas and papas property, and since I stayed with them off and on all the time, I could see Brownie and play with him down there where he would be safe from traffic. I loved the idea!………

  4. About the second time I went to stay with grandma, and to see Brownie, I was sitting on the porch in the rocking chairs just a rockin’ when I asked my uncle, where was Brownie? My uncle said that Brownie had ran off down the road, to the farm house, and had got into the farmer’s chickens and had killed several of them, and the farmer got angry and shot him dead. I did not react. I didn’t cry. I thought it was grandma’s and papa’s dog that was shot….their dog named Brownie. I didn’t know that my uncle meant MY BROWNIE! The river of tears came soon, when I learned it was my Brownie.

  5. I will tell you little odd thing about Joey. He was scared of silly little things. The 3M Scotch Tape Dispenser for one. When I would pull off tape he would go hide under the furniture….lol He was scared of my fingernail file too, because I had filed his nails down smooth after I would take him to the vet to get his nails cut, and I would smooth them down because they were sharp and he jumped all over our faces in bed. I didn’t hurt him, but he didn’t like that nail file, and would freak out if I got it out of my purse. He was totally 100 percent scared to death of our smoke detector when it would go off if I smoked up the kitchen cooking. It got to the point, if I cooked anything on top of the stove or in the oven he would get extremely nervous, and panic, honestly. I told my husband to take the smoke detector down, as take it outside, as I didn’t want it to accidentally go off, because with his weaken heart, I was afraid he would have a fatal heart attack. That was the things he really disliked.

  6. The things Joey loved were going for rides in the car or truck, anywhere, he loved to go. He especially loved to go to the post office, Tractor Supply, where they gave him treats, he loved Lowes, he loved to go to Hobby Lobby, Christmas Tree Shoppe, Old Time Pottery, and out to breakfast on the patio of Argos, McDonalds, or Sonnys Bar B Q for lunch. He even used to go to the Hard Rock Casino at Tampa with us, until he got heart disease. He loved pepperoni training treats, and chicken brought back from the Golden Corral, and roast beef sliced thin. He loved to strut and show off, in his outfits, and oh, he loved to spin in circles. He was known locally as the spinner dog. He won a trophy for his talent (dancing circles) at the Leesburg Mardi Gras a few years ago, in the dog parade. And most of all….he loved me.

  7. I was at the parade in Apopka last January with Joey when toward the end of the parade he started coughing badly and gagging, like he was trying to throw up. On tv, they had spoken about dog flu going around, and I was convinced Joey had contracted dog flu. He had all of his shots, and he was on Heart Guard for heart worms, so I knew more than likely, it was not heartworms or one of the diseases he had been vaccinated for. It had to be dog flu, I thought. I took him down to Park Av. Animal Hospital, and Dr. Rubenstein examined him, and gave him a chest X-Ray, and diagnosed him right away, with a very enlarged heart that was even the wrong shape, way too rounded. The gagging and coughing was caused by his heart enlarged pressing against his trachea. So he was put on medicines, and the doc said he would have to take them the rest of his life, and warned that there would come a day, that the medicines would be ineffective, and talked about “quality of life” and I understood what he meant. Joey was put on Tussigon, Pimobendan, Furosemide, and Enalapril and over time had to increase them all to what they told me last time, that he was on the maximum dosage, taking pills several times a day for his size and weight. If you have a dog that starts coughing or appears to gag, it could be heart problems, not necessarily heart worms or dog flu, just saying…..but most people assume heart worms, and I would tell them, no, that is not the problem. I looked all of this up on the internet and read that once you notice problems, and take your dog to the vet, and they diagnose the problem as an enlarged heart, they usually last about six months. Joey lasted one year and two months since diagnosed, so he was a fighter. He was at the parade in Jan. of this year too, although we got there a little late after and missed the start of the parade. That was one year there. He was 9 years and about four months old when he died. I got him when he was 3 years old, and had been taken to the pound. That’s where I got him. He was a malti-poo, which is a maltese poodle mix. At one time, when my mother died, I had two dogs, a full- bloodied German Shepherd and a smaller mixed shepherd dog, and then I inherited and took my mom’s 3 dogs in at my house. She had one of those barkless dogs, can’t think of how to spell the name of the breed, an Akita mix, and a Bernese Mountain Dog mix. I had five big dogs after my mom died. Kita, Scoobie, Fox, Zina, and Caesar…….then after Scoobie died, I went looking for another Scoobie, but ended up with Joey Bo Bo Buttafucco…lol my little angel boy.

  8. Joey would also sing with me when I sang to him. He knew these songs like the back of his paws…..the Star Spangled Banner, Jolene by Dolly Parton, which I sang to him as Joey instead of Jolene, Sweet Caroline, Puff the Magic Dragon, and he also would sing to the J G Wentworth commercial of I Need Cash Now, Call 877 Cash Now, It’s my money and I want it now…..lol He would sometimes lip sync instead of sing, I am serious, he was a character. Now he is in heaven in at peace.

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